A Loveless lie is what she runs from --open--

[lostsoul]

A loveless Lie is all I am..and All I will ever be...

Lone black femmora, walks into the falls.
She brings her large, black bod into the waterfall, soaking her body. As she comes out from under the water, the moonlight, glitters upon her ebony, pelt. She raises her large cranium, to the pure moonlight, letting the light illuminate her crystale like eyes.
They show, the pain from her past. and Her unwilling future.
Personaly, she hated her life, her body...she hated eerything about herself.

And all of that showed in her anger and random rampages of killing and violence. along with her deppresion, and hostilaty. Then loveless lie, Stands in the cool water, her head low close to the water, as her warm breath comes in white puffs of visable air infront of her. She sighs softly, looking at her reflection. She was thinking. thinking about what happened to the innocent, loving fillie that was once her... No, I can't, i couldn't have been happy, not the way i am now She says silently,

Then she pictures, her mother, all beautiful, and darker than night. Her perfect arabian form. Along with her father. His sweet voice, but his strongness from being a fresian and a gypsy. They both stare at her from her imagination.

Lie feels A warm tear, of sadness coming down her face. She stomps onto the reflection of her parents, and spins around in the water, sending it crashing everywhere. Her tail rests almost entirely, in the water. as her powerful haunches, are close to, well almost in the water. She lifts her fore legs slightly, as the water drips from her legs and under belly. She sets her right leg down hard making a huge crashing sound of water. While still holding her left leg up, dripping wet. then she Tosses her head back, and bolts. Leaving a trail of water behind her as she gets onto dry land.

She then skids to a stop, And rears slightly, sending out random, high pitched whinnies of hate, anger, and hurt, not careing if any stallion heard her or not. She then uses her fore legs as hammers and pounds the ground hard with both of them. The front half of her powerful bodice, bobing with her movements.
Some stallions would have thought of her as beautiful, or pretty, but she was a mess. She continues with these moves of silent violence, as she then rears tall and strikes out at thin air. And at that moment. a few crows, fly above her. circiling her.

Father? She says aloud. Having seen the crows, to her this was a symbol of him. a curse that was put onto her. Her mother told her that the crows would only stop stalking, her if she found true love. And proved her father that she wasn't a loveless lie...

[-|| Risk ||-]

Isandro stood atop the cliff, watching the waterfall tumble downward, only to make a thunderous boom as it collided with the large, crystalline pool below, waters shallow yet deep all at the same time. The starlit night was a beautiful, rather warm one. The moon, at the climax of her climb, pouring down silver light, gently caressng everything in steriling silver. Isandro's sable pelt gleamed with health, his back outlined in silver with the light of the moon. His ovry banners swayed gently as the wind ran invisible fingers through them, tugging at stray strands. It soon and suddenly changed its course, moving his forelock before his left eye, dark brown and calm. His muscles were lean, but so handsomely defined beneath his hide it was often described as hard for females to tear their eyes frmo his bodice. But he was wise beyond his years, and no longer did foolish, youthful lust dance through his now calm and peaceful gaze. His body, sleek and compact, yet strong and sturdy. Handsome or not, he did not truly care what others thought of him. he was Isandro. And no amount of feminine attention would change that.

Scars littered his pelt, telling many a tale of his days in combat. And they were far from over. But for the time being, he was nothing more than a rouge stallion. Having been a vagabond for the last year, in search for a new home, he stumbled upon Fragile Silence. And so, he would soon begin the search for a place to call his own. But unlike most his age, he did not wish to claim his own territory. He didn't wish to stress his life with the responsiblities that came with leadership. But he would always be content with the beta position in a herd. even just as a simple herd stallion, he would live happily and without quarrel. No such thing as dark ambition tainted his calm, tranquil soul. He was a fighter, and never did he fear the call of duty, but answered it eagerly, seeing it as his oppertunity to do what he must for hids home and herd. Leader, beta, or simple herd stallion, it would always be his duty to defend those within the herd, as well as the herd's home.

His gaze settled upon a beautiful black female as she stood with the water. His dark brown gaze watched her with harmless interest and curiosity, nothing more and nothing less. And his interest and curiosity perked, pity joining these two emotions within his gaze as he watched the violent actions of the damsel below. She was clearly hurting. And hruting horridly. But it was not Isandro's nature to butt into another's life. If they so desired his help, they would seek it. But this nature of his, it dodn't prevent him from letting his heart go out to the damaged and aching mare. She must have a horrible, painful past, he thought to himself as she darted out of the water, the moonlight causing the water drops to sparkle and shine after her. And then, she looked skyward. Isandro did the same, noting the crows in the sky. How interesting and baazar..., his thoughts echoed within his mind. And then, he let his gaze fall unto the mare once more, wondering what he would witness next. Would she feel eyes upon her and loo his way? Or would she remain oblivious to his sable and ivory form atop the cliffside, beside the falling water? Patiently, he waited to see what events would unfold before him.

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[lostsoul]

A loveless Lie is all I am..and All I will ever be...

Black femmora, whinnies again as she rears. striking out at the few crows that have gotten to close. Her dark blue orbs, grow dangerous and hostile, along with her body, as she feels eyes upon her. Her thick black forelock, falls over the left side of her face, exsposing the long scar that goes from her ear down to the corner of her mouth. She snorts loudly, the white puffs seen before her face.

Then the crows settle slightly some still fluttering about. They sit still, then start cawing loudly, and taking off twords the direction of another equine. The sound of the birds feathers and the loud pitch of their caws ring through the air and they point out to the mare where the other resides.

The black femmora was watching the chaos of the crows. But they always did point her in the right direction...mostly. She lifts her head high, a warning to any one here that if they tried to harm her she would kill them. But her large muscular featherd legs carry her over the ground. her hooves clicking against the stones, as she follows the crows path. Soon enough she see's a silvery figure. Her ears fly backwards and she rears slightly, hammering the ground again. She didn't cath the equines scent. but she was sure it was a stallion.

The mare stops her rears, and then pricks one of her ears forward, woundering if he ment her harm. She decides to approach the stag, as the crows settle down, onto the nearby trees. Then lie(the black mare) Slowly walks to where the stallion stands. the air from her nostrals warm, as it hits the cold night air. She speaks "Who are you? What do you want?" She asks her dark blue orbs, showing the moons image in them. Her voice was soft but had a warning tone in them but she was just like that. She diodn't know this stallion, so she had to seem strong.

But will you be able to change it all?

[-|| Risk ||-]

Isandro did nothing more than watch the sable mare below. His own form was tainted sable, but his banners wavered ivory, though he did in fact turn silver int he moonlight. Odd, he knew this to be. But that was what happened when the moon touched that of sable pelts. He titled his head to the side, ivory tail lashing gently at his left flank as he stood there, continuing to watch her, wondering. Wondering what on earth could have brought unto someone such a hate and rage that one struck out with seemingly no trigger and reminder of their horrid experience. But what did Isandro know about the mare below? Nothing. He knew not if the crows had something to do with her past. He knew not what had made her who she was this very moment. And perhaps he might never know. And yet, he might. It was uncertain at the very momeny, as his dark muddy brown gaze followed the mare's movements. And soon, the crows moved toward him, but he remained calm and still.

But interestingly enough, she seems to have finally noticed him, and took to climbing the path that would surely lead her to his side. And so, he turned and waited for her to appear. And sure enough, she did moments later, after the crows had settled nearby. They were peculiar creatures. And he was rather curious as to why they took such a liking toward the sable female. But his calm eyes moved to land gently upon her form. He held himself in a non-threatening stance, muscles relaxed, ears tipped forward, eyes kind and curious. He soon heard the mare speak, and he dipped his skull to her. Once it returned to it's normal stance, his kissers part and deep, calm words flow forward.

" I am Isandro. And I can honestly say I want nothing more than to enjoy the night. But I couldn't help taking an interest in you and your little actions down by the pool."

His words were soothing and calm, deep and masculine. He watched her carefully, not movign from where he stood. He didn't wish to frighten or threaten her, and so he waited patiently where he was for a response from her.

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[lostsoul]

The black mare watches the stallion. Then looked at the birds still sitting there. But her attention went back to him. He looked calm and relaxed not about to try anything she figured. So she relexaed to, but only slightly one of her ears was till pinned back but the other hanging lazly forward. I am Isandro. And I can honestly say I want nothing more than to enjoy the night. But I couldn't help taking an interest in you and your little actions down by the pool." Her eyes narrowed allitle. but she tiped her crown slightly back. "Well, i am loveless lie. but more so known as lie" she says softly. "I didn't think anyone was here to see." she says a little more harsh this time. but not meaning for it to sound that way. She gives hima small smile to make up for her rudness. She flicks her tail from her hind. since it was sticking to her, she swishes it back and forth. letting the coolness engulf her. Her dark blue pools still watching the stallion named Isandro as the moonlight radiats her deep black pelt. It makes her look more of a bluish black than anything as she awaits for the stags response.